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One, two, three, four. |
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A broken bottle, a broken home |
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Gonna pick it up now |
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From underneath the stone |
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Build a boat gonna sail away |
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But it's not my fault and it's not too late to say |
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And look where we are |
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Silver lining to your heart |
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Gonna paint a picture |
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and leave it out for you |
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and all this talk about the weather, |
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we're getting older |
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I'm gonna paint a picture and leave it out for you |
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Won't you come outside. |
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Walking down you're a country road |
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I found your name |
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It was etched right in the stone |
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And told your story and so it goes |
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but you left out all of the problems and the woes |
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And look where we are, |
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Silver lining to your heart |
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Gonna paint a picture and leave it out for you |
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and all this talk about the weather |
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And we're getting older |
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Gonna paint a picture and leave it out for you |
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And won't you come outside? |